Suture of Salt and Steel
The salt air bites like oxidation on an exposed hull. I stand
The Temperature of Longing
The sun is a heavy weight on my shoulders, a molten embrace
The Buoyancy of Being Seen
The salt-spray is a whisper against my skin, a soft rebellion against
The Blue Threshold
I am a ghost made of neon and wet silk. Every time
The Radiance of Flickering Dust
I sit upon the curve of this crimson steel beast, a metal
A Fragile Fortress of White Lace
The city doesn't care if you're warm or
The Lullaby of Petals and Silk
The city outside my balcony is a frantic pulse of neon and
Saltwater Sanctuary: A Whisper in Stone
The salt on my skin is the only memory I keep of
The Friction of Soft Steel
The city is a grinding engine of steel and glass, and I
The Rusted Pulse of Summer
My skin is a pale porcelain facade, a canvas upon which the
The Amber Weight of Solitude
The sun is a dying ember, bleeding into the horizon in shades
The Weight of Gold and Salt
The salt air sticks to my skin like an old memory, heavy
